Of Ponies and Propaganda

Radical and potentially dangerous political messages are totes adorbs

By Arya Sureshbabu | Staff Writer

We obviously live in the land of the free. Which explains why we have so many people who freely argue against freedom by claiming that we should stop propaganda from infiltrating the vulnerable minds of the public. But I’m going to jump onto the opposite side of the bandwagon here and say that mass manipulation of the populace through media is, in fact, one of the best things to ever come out of the human race. Why? Cuteness.

You see, propaganda only works if someone cares enough about it to pay attention. So, those lovely Big Brother-esque people who know such things are forced to account for popular appeal when mixing together a cocktail of political subliminal messages. The result? My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Now, this television show’s title itself gives a huge hint as to its intent. By using the aphorism “friendship is magic”, its producers are implying that whatever defines this obscure term—“friendship”—is incredibly mystical and powerful, almost akin to a panacea of sorts which could easily solve all of the world’s problems. Fair enough. This almost wouldn’t be political propaganda—until you notice how the show chooses to define friendship. Invariably, all of the little ponies call each other friends because they share. They share moments at flying tournaments, rainbow sonic booms, books, food, and pretty much anything else they can get their hooves on. So, according to the wise heads of Hasbro Entertainment who dreamed up My Little Pony, sharing everything we have will solve our problems.

Sound familiar? Yep, it’s communism. Although My Little Pony is such a blatant supporter of Marx’s less than perfect ideas and is really nothing but propaganda in its most unadulterated form, I have to say that it’s still really valuable to society. After all, where would we be without the squeal-inducing adorableness of those tiny animated horses and the blood-boiling envy we experience when gazing upon their perfectly-coiffed manes?

Mars. That’s where we’d be. Mars has no propaganda, and therefore has none of the ridiculously cute media stars that we do. Incidentally, Mars also lacks any form of civilization. See the connection?

Maybe the Bolsheviks were on to something. Without our healthy doses of propagandized lovability, who knows how long we can continue inhabiting the earth?